The Tale of Troy… (Oh boy!)

Most of you would be familiar with the movie Troy. The challenge at the recent exercise of the Indian Fiction Workshop was to retell the story of Troy with a word limit placed, and with a humorous tone. This is my attempt at the exercise conjured jointly by the judges Mixi, Nabanita and The Fool.



Prince Hector’s ship, somewhere on the Aegian Sea

“Haaaaaaaallllllp! Menu, my darling, come to my rescue; these brutes are taking me away!”

Good lord! What a shriek! Wonder what Paris sees in her that he wants to kidnap this damsel and put us in distress. For sure now, the peace talks are over. And didn’t he tell she was in love with him too? Then why all the drama? I swear on Poseidon, I pity that fool Menelaus for marrying her and getting called Menu.

“Helen, what the hell? You’re coming voluntarily. Stop calling for help!”

My brother Paris is a dolt. A thousand beautiful women in Troy and he goes and falls in love with a Greek Pandora. If only she’d stop opening her box so often, we have half a chance of getting away!

“Where’s the fun in leaving without a chase, Parry? We must sail away from flying arrows and angry shouts! Now THAT would be romantic!”

Yes yes! Absolutely. Soon, they can have their honeymoon at the bottom of the Scamander. And THAT would really be romantic. Stupid dame, shut up.

Stupid Paris, nodding his head and agreeing with her every word. I’m glad Andromache is sensible. I’d hate to be married if my wife was a chatterbox like this Greek!

“What the! Helen, now look what you’ve done? You got your wish anyways, that’s the first arrow. Thankfully it might be the only one. We’re nearly out of range!”

Yeah. I’m sure Menelaus would say good riddance to his wife without a fight and hand her over to you, Paris. The winds are favorable, we ought to make good time and reach Troy soon. Thankfully, that’ll give us time to get ready for the Greek army. Agamemnon would love to use this as an excuse to attack us I’m sure. I can’t wait to get Paris alone. I really must thank him properly for his efforts to bring peace.


Read the rest of the story at the Indifiction blog: (Continue reading)


(May 26th, 2013)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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